A/N: With the introduction of Colin, we'll be seeing quite a bit of Irish slang.

Dossers means a slacker or up to no good.

Boyo is a term for young boy but I used it as an insult here.

I don't know all that much about these kind of fighting styles so all of this is bunk invented by me. Also, this one wasn't easy to write for some reason, lot's going on around me and My Muse has been hiding out on me this week. She don't dig stress.

Frankie Rizzoli exited Penn Station on Seventh Avenue around eleven pm on Wednesday. Situated right by Madison square gardens it was the place that Kate had told him Jane would meet him. Instead, he found a man in a brown full length coat talking with a parking enforcement cop about moving the Black Lincoln he was standing next to.

"It doesn't matter if you're picking up the pope, you gotta move this car." The elderly woman said sharply. "Pickup area is on the other side."

"I know but I'm here to pick up a cop." He smiled, "Surely you can understand the insanity on the other side. The only real problem is that he's expecting a detective from the 12th. She couldn't be here so I got the job. He doesn't know he's looking for me."

Frankie sighed again at New York City and lugged his bag over. "Hey, Rick is that you?"

He turned around. "Frankie. Can you help me out here?"

"Sure." He opened the back door and tossed his bag in, "Get in the car, we leave, she's happy."

She smiled at Frankie, "That's all I need."

Frankie climbed in and so did Rick. The driver put on his blinker and let out a breath. "Where to Mr. Castle?" He said as he stomped on the accelerator and veered into traffic. Frankie might have been nervous but he learned quickly on his previous visits that this was the norm in NYC.

"Home, George." He said and turned to Frankie, "Unless you're hungry. I know a great place to get a burger and fries."

"Naw, that's okay. Where's Janie. She on the job or somethin'?"

"She and Kate went to their gym today."

Frankie raised an eyebrow, "She'd rather work out than pick up her brother?"

Rick shook his head, "she didn't know you were coming." He continued before Frankie could say anything, "Jane didn't come home last night. She was out on a date."

"With who?" he said not believing it, "I thought she was still…"

"She is and when she came home to change this morning, she had this stupid grin to boot." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"First, that's my sister you're doin' Groucho to and second, what about Maura?"

Rick smiled a tight lipped smile as Frankie stared at him. Then it clicked, and like lighting Frankie lit up almost as brightly as Jane was this morning.

"Oh my god! She found her!" Frankie grabbed Rick's coat, "Please tell me she found her."

Rick laughed at his enthusiasm, "Yeah, she found her."

He let go and fell back into the seat, he blew a sigh of relief and leaned his head into the head rest. "Forget the apartment take me to Jane."

"She gets mad about that kind of thing. Gym time is Jane's time."

"Don't care, she can get mad at me. Just get me there please."

Rick leaned forward, "George? Can you take us to a hundred and ninth west? O'Reilly's gym, please."

George nodded from under his black hat, "alright, Mr. Castle. We'll go to Harlem if you want."

"Harlem?" Frankie said.

"Not really, just a block or two south." Rick laughed, "You've seen to many movies, it's not as bad as people make it out to be. Besides, it's not far from Columbia U."

Frankie shifted uncomfortably. He had seen a lot of movies about Harlem.

Three guys from SWAT were working out on speed bags when Jane and Kate had arrived. Jane had ignored them as she and Kate had changed into their work out clothes in Mickey's office. Since they were here during Mickey's regular hours they were forbidden to use the locker room. Jane and Kate had come out and immediately climbed into the ring. After a few stretches, Kate was ready and padded up. Jane grabbed nothing more than two spade pads and let Kate come at her. Jane had deflected every blow but she kept pushing Kate to quit holding back.

When Kate had finally let go, Jane had started smiling as Kate's punches and kicks started to rock her. "Now you're working out, C'mon Beckett, push it!"

Kate had, and Jane marveled at her friend's strength and speed. Jane was getting a great deflection workout countering Kate's moves. It was part of the reason she had opted for just the pads, Kate was strengthening her moves and Jane was working her eye hand coordination and defensive blocks. Because Jane used several different forms of fighting she had a wider range of blocks available from fighting styles she learned to interchange instantly.

Twenty minutes later, Jane's threat perception noted the tree guys had stopped goofing off at the equipment and moved to watch Kate and Jane's work out. Since the information had come into Jane's mind on a passive level, she was able to acknowledge it and dismiss it without breaking her attention from Kate's moves. Jane's careful eyes had also noted that Kate's moves were slowing, she was beginning to tire. So on her last punch, Jane caught it between the pads and held on.

Kate's concentration was broken and she came out of her battle mind. Jane let her hand go. "Nice Job, Beckett."

There were a few hoots and claps as the SWAT guys cheered on Beckett. Kate grabbed the towel from ringside and patted the sweat from her face. When she looked down, Nick Davis was below her, "Nice moves, Beckett." He said. "Any time you need a sparring partner, I'll be happy to step up. But be warned that I'll actually throw back."

Beckett laughed, "Thanks Davis but there's a good reason Rizzoli doesn't swing back."

He laughed, "No control. She seems like the type."

Jane stepped up and handed Kate a water bottle, "Really? He said that?"

She shook her head before taking a drink, "Yeah, he did."

Rolling her shoulders Jane smiled, "You want to go a few rounds Davis?"

"Sure," he said with a cocky grin. "You got any left after that pounding Beckett gave you."

He checked her out from head to toe. Although Beckett was well known to be with a rich writer, Rizzoli was all blue collar and single. There was also a substantial betting pool going on around the borough of Manhattan for whoever could get Rizzoli out on a date. Because she never accepted, the pot had gotten near around three grand. Another reason officers kept asking, both male and after Jane said to one booking sergeant that she wasn't into men anymore, female officers too.

Nick thought about it a second and thought maybe asking her out directly was the wrong approach.

Jane didn't miss his eyes running her over or the thoughtful look he had. He made it look like he was appraising her as a fighter but she knew better.

She dug her hand into the front of sports bra, "Yeah, I got lots right here," She pulled her hand out with her middle finger extended, flipping him off.

"All right Rizzoli," he said, "Just let me go get my gear." He walked away quickly to get his gym bag.

A throaty voice from the door shouted across the room, "You better go get some more friends, Boyo." It was in a thick Irish Brogue. "Don't forget to pad it up, too. I hear that one's a cute hoor."

Jane turned sharply with a smile on her face, "such language. I expected better from you."

He leaned on the open door frame with a cocky ease that oddly reminded Davis of Rizzoli. Dressed in all black from his heavy combat boots, cargo pants, a black t shirt and leather coat. He was easily mistaken for a biker with an attitude if not for the perfect shine on his boots. Although his face was cheeky and the stubble of a beard that said he hadn't shaved in a day or two. His close cut hair and bearing screamed military.

Davis was unimpressed and started over to straighten out the guys grin. "That is a detective from NYPD and you don't call her a whore." Bet notwithstanding, Rizzoli was still a cop and any other cop would stand with her. It was the code, True to Blue.

Kate reached down to grab the cop by his sleeve, "That's not what he meant, Davis. 'Cute hoor' is an Irish term for someone who engineers a situation to their advantage." She glared at the man, "And you did that on purpose, Colin."

"I sure did." Laughing heartedly he smiled, "I can't help slagging Tac Guys, you know that. Hell, you and Jane had a hand in it mor'n'once."

"That was in Springfield, not our own backyard." She turned back to Davis, "It's okay, Davis. He's a friend of ours for years. He's also Jane's trainer."

Davis stood down, "What does he train her in, sarcasm or attitude?"

Colin straightened and the duffel bag lipped away from his back to drape next to him, "Keysi Fighting Method, Arnis, Krav Maga with a few other disciplines. Basically I teach her how to kick ass."

"Awe c'mon, Colin." She wined from the ring and stomped her foot, "I could have made some money off of throwing him around. Kate and I could have easily cleared a hundred bucks."

He pulled off his sunglasses, "Is that what you've been doing with what I taught you? Prize fighting?" His blue eyes were cold as he spoke. He dropped his bag and headed for the ring. "Of all of the stupid things I've heard of, Jane."

As he climbed up Jane met him straight on, "NO! That's not what I've been doing."

He stood toe to toe with her and glared, "This is not a game, Jane. It never has been! You have the ability to kill, instantly." He snapped his fingers in her face, "One wrong move, one slip and someone dies. Why do you think I never fight back in those brawls at The Shield?"

"You told me this in the beginning," she got back into his face, "I have never used them once on a person. You taught me to have total control over my body and that's what I've done."

Davis was going to step in but again, Kate stopped him, "That's my partner. If it needs doing, I'll do it."

She stood to watch.

"You have complete control?" he said, with a disbelieving look, "Show me."

He stepped back and assumed a fighting stance, "Left throat kick from round house."

A loud slapping sound echoed in the room. Jane had exploded barely after he finished saying the words and before anyone could blink Colin held her left heel in his palm a mere inch away from his throat. Davis couldn't actually remember her moving as Colin held her in place. Jane was standing on her right foot leaned so far over her ponytail was piled up on the mat. Her arms still in fighting position and her left leg extended cleanly down the length of her body in a perfect line from her hip to her shoe. He held her there for a second, she didn't even shake, before letting go and Jane returned to a fighting stance, slowly.

"That was a lot better than last time." He said with a chuckle, "You almost broke my thumb then. Well done."

He stepped back and threw two punches and a kick at her and she responded by catching each one and after he nodded, she launched herself at him. Her throws were fast as hell but he deflected her strikes and after about fifteen seconds, he caught her wrist before it made contact with his throat. She froze instantly.

"Very good Jane," he said, "Great control." He released her.

Jane smiled, "Told you I had it."

He smiled and grabbed her into a bear hug, "That ought to keep those dossers away from you for a while." He whispered in her ear. She smiled as she realized that all of that had been to cover her.

She fired off a look to Kate and the return said that Kate understood it too.

"Told you there's a reason Rizzoli doesn't throw back." She said to Davis.

He paled, "I didn't know she could do that. How good is she, really?"

"Better than you Davis, better by a lot." She patted him on the back and walked toward the boxing ring.

Rick and Frankie walked in to Mickey's and were immediately greeted by the old man, "Hey there Rick. Been watchin' your girlfriend and her partner. Been lookin' good all mornin'" He said in a gruff voice.

"Hey, Mickey, did you get those Islander tickets I sent you?" Rick asked as they made their way inside.

"Yeah, my grandkids loved seeing the game, Thanks for that." He nodded at Frankie. "Who's that?"

"This is Frankie Rizzoli, Jane's brother," he said.

Frankie felt like he was being sized up as the old grey haired man looked at him, "Nice to meet you, kid. Your sister's a hell of an athlete. Lemme know when you're ready and I'll set you up with some boxing lessons."

Mickey walked them up to the ring. Frankie was surprised to see Jane was wearing the spade pads on her hands as Colin was working through new strikes with Kate.

Kate went into a kick that Jane caught and held. Colin tipped Kate's hip a bit and then pulled her arm up a little higher.

"Now you'll have more balance for the hit and won't feel so of centered. Position is the key to delivering the designed affect." He let go and so did Jane. Kate held it a second longer and returned to her feet. "And because women aren't quite built like a man, having that inertial follow through isn't as important as delivering all the energy built up in the strike to your opponent in that instant of contact. Remember that speed, accuracy and stamina are what I teach all of my female fighters, not so much raw power."

Kate recited the mantra, "Speed is to deliver in a faster manner than your opponent can counter. Accuracy is to deliver in your opponents most vulnerable locations causing more significant damage. Stamina is to deliver beyond your opponent's ability to last."

"Right." He stepped back a few paces and, "Now go for it."

Kate threw two punches and kicked out in the new move. Jane took it in the pad cleanly and Kate paused as she came back into her stance.

"Perfect, Kate. Nicely done." He smiled, "Free style but include."

Kate lifted and eyebrow. Jane got that evil grin and nodded. Kate exploded at full throttle. Jane was forced to take steps back at Kate's assault but easily got the pads into position to take the hits. Colin's eyes went wide as he realized that Kate wasn't holding anything back. He nodded proudly and watched Kate's form. After Kate had used the new move he called out, "Catch."

Jane caught the fist Kate threw between the pads. Kate nodded to Jane and received that proud dimpled smile again. Colin touched Kate's shoulder and tapped her elbow. "Great form, good position. Kate your technique is perfect. Nice Job." He looked to Jane, "You on the other hand are absolutely a bad influence in every way."

Jane released Kate's fist and turned, "What did I do?!"

"Although I am happy you and Kate are comfortable training at full power. Kate, for all of her years at this, isn't at your level and only because she hasn't taken to it as naturally and as comfortably as you have. Don't push her to learn things she's not ready for, that's my job."

Jane rolled her shoulder and took on her winey voice, "I haven't showed her anything, Colin. We've worked solely on her kickboxing together. Just like you told me, I've only been defensive with her." She held up the pads to illustrate. "She's not even here most nights I train."

"She hasn't." Kate said, "Today was the first day I put any power into it and Jane showed me that she can keep both of us from getting hurt."

"Then where exactly did you learn two separate KFM moves that I just witnessed you use? KFM and Arnis are the two styles I have been teaching her since June."

Kate looked down, "Jane has been pretty tied up lately with her own thing so I go to an actual kickboxing class when she's busy."

Colin rolled his head back in frustration, "Does he teach KFM as well?"

"I don't think so," she said, "But I didn't exactly do a background check, just some research and it said that he was one of the better ones in Manhattan."

"I'm going to argue the point about being one of the best because he's cross training. If you continue to go to him then check all of your new strikes against Jane. If you're going to use them at least she can show you how to do it right." He pointed at Jane, "Anything Keysi you make sure she knows it's not her discipline, you have to show her it properly. And don't you dare show her anything this moran hasn't. Don't mix it up."

They nodded, "Alright. Kate I think we're done for the day so go stretch and cool off." He spotted the visitors, "Jane. A five minute break and then I want a grand lash on those dummies you set up in the corner. Let's see what you've been up to and," he turned to the two new faces ringside, "why does that fella over there look like you?"

Jane looked over and spotted Rick with Frankie, "Holy shit, Frankie!" She glanced at Colin and slid under the ring ropes to grab up her brother.

"Hey, Janie. I see you've been keepin' busy." He said as he wrapped his arms around his smaller but older sister.

"Jesus Frankie, how come you didn't call me?" she took a step back and punched him in the shoulder, "You should have told me you were coming in to town."

He punched her back lighter than she did, "You should have told me you found her."

"Awe C'mon Frankie!" she shouted, "I just seen her for the first time yesterday."

"Then my beloved partner left work early on a new homicide and I didn't see her or the suit she borrowed till she came in wearing it the next morning." Kate passed Rick a quick kiss and Frankie a light hug as she headed to the floor mats to stretch.

"Ahh, the old Rizzoli walk of shame, eh." He chuckled.

"Frankie, don't even start on me." She stared at him, "And what the hell are you doing here, Thanksgiving is two days away. I thought you were going to Cavanagh's."

"Tell you about it later when there's not a giant scary combat vet standin' over your shoulder."

Jane turned around to see Colin, "Oh, Frankie this is my friend Colin O'Malley, from those LETO trips I do every year. Colin, this is Frankie, my little brother."

The ridged task master he was a moment ago faded as he held out his hand, "Hello Frankie, it's nice to meet you finally."

Frankie took the offered hand, "Nice to meet you too. Janie hers talks about you guys for like a month after she comes back from those things."

He laughed, "Oh well what a coincidence. We've heard many of stories about you around the fire pit over the years. Jane positively glows when she talks about how proud she is of you."

Frankie looked kind of uncomfortable, "Yeah, well I guess big sisters have the right to brag."

He laughed, "But I really need to get Jane training. I only have a limited time to work with her today."

Frankie nodded, "Yeah that's okay. Can I watch or somethin'?"

Jane was the one who squirmed. When Maura asked if she could watch her workout this morning, Jane had refused because she didn't want her lover to see that side of her yet. Not that she would ever want it but she knew eventually she had to tell Maura about what she could do. But Frankie? No. He always idolized her and she didn't want him doing the things she could and learning the things she had learned about herself. Frankie was too good for that kind of thing.

"Actually, Colin doesn't like audiences or distractions." She shifted nervously, "I don't think it's appropriate."

"Janie, I'm your brother." He said, "You don't go naked or something do you?"

Colin laughed, "That wouldn't be very professional, fighting in the nip."

"No Frankie, it's…" she hedged and then gave in, "Okay, fine. I'm not comfortable with it. I just don't want you to see me like that. It's not cool, Frankie, it's…"

He saw how she was dancing from foot to foot, it was really bothering her. He was slightly offended but he loved his sister and gave up, "Alright, I'll just hang around with Rick for a while."

The book! She didn't know why it snapped into the front of her mind at the mention of the author standing next to her brother but with it came the deep and unabiding desire to hurt the man, and he had noticed. She wanted to lash out on Castle in that moment but she quickly reeled in the thought and put it on her to do list. She wanted that revenge to be sweeter than the quick beat down she was currently running through her subconscious.

She smiled a false smile and Rick started to do his own shifting, Ooh, there's an idea. She filed it away and turned to Colin, "So let's get started."

After about a half hour of listening to Kate and Rick's continuous sarcastic banter, Frankie eased toward the wall that separated the ring from the rest of the gym equipment. He poked his head around the corner and stood in awe of Jane. Yeah he was supposed to give her privacy but he couldn't help it. His sister was lean and fit from these workouts and honestly, he wanted that kind of definition too. But he never expected to see what was around the corner. Jane was fighting in the middle of five punch dummies and Colin was dipping in and out between them. When he was in the circle on the floor, Jane was all over him and it was a vicious fight but when he backed out again. She was back on the dummies.

Then he would step in between two more and they were back at it again. Frankie made a mental note not to piss off Jane again. He watched from around the corner as Jane slammed her gloved fist into the dummy when he felt someone looking over his shoulder.

He turned to see Kate with a stern look on her face, "Jane would be very upset that you've seen this."

"Have you seen this." he asked eyebrows almost touching his hairline, "I mean what is that?"

Kate stopped him from looking again, "Her business, Frankie, and she doesn't want you to see it."

She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the bench press and sat him on it before she sat on the bench across from it, "You know that Jane was broken when she came here."

He nodded, "Yeah, I got that."

"Colin has been teaching her this fighting stuff for a few years now and when Jane and I went back to Springfield this year, Colin noticed Jane was different. Almost every day for hours on end he was out in the field teaching her certain martial arts disciplines. The goal was to help her restore a kind of balance that she lost."

"But it didn't work because Maura is her balance." He said thoughtfully.

"Right." She huffed, "It became a distraction for her. Something to keep her busy and she threw herself into it like only Jane can."

Frankie grimaced, "That's when she became Jet LI?"

"Kind of." Kate frowned, "It's something she just… had. But the benefits far outweigh what she can do."

He chuckled, "Like what?"

"Well?" she stood up and raised her arms, turned in front of him, "I'm a pretty good looking woman, aren't I Frankie?"

He shifted uncomfortably and tugged at the collar of his shirt, "Uh, yeah. Okay?"

She laughed, "I'm confident in my appearance but when I look in a mirror in the bathroom, I still see changes I wish I could make. Not much, just regret a few beers or want to work the elliptical a little more."

She knelt down in front of him and put a hand on his, "Jane doesn't see any of that when she looks. In all of my life, I will never be as at home in my own skin as Jane is in hers. She knows herself better than most ever will, inside and out. The part that makes her uncomfortable is what she can do with it. Being able to do what she does is a big responsibility, Frankie. One she doesn't want to share with anyone. So you have to forget all about what you've seen."

"How come you know so much about it? Is it because she lives with you? Does Maura Know?"

Kate stood up and sat next to him, "I knew she was training but I didn't know to what extent and I found out by accident. But Frankie, I'm her partner. Our lives depend on each other every single day which is why she showed me a lot of what she can do. She still holds back though, because she doesn't want me to know it all. But it's enough for me to know it's there and my chances of coming home to Rick and Alexis at night are better than any partner I ever had. As far as Maura, I don't think so. But I know Jane and she will tell Maura before they get really deep. If for no other reason than Jane won't want to hide anything from Maura ever again."

She sighed, "I just hope Maura can see it like I can."

Frankie put an arm over her shoulder, "You don't know Maura too good then, eh?"

"No, not really." She said, "I've met her a handful of times when I came to Boston but I've never really gotten a chance to get to know her all that well."

"Maura has always adored Jane and has taken comfort that Janie would protect her with everything she has." He said, "And if I know Maura like I do Janie, I'd bet you all of Manhattan that Maura will sleep much better at night knowing what Janie can do." He tugged her shoulder.

She patted his knee and stood up to go get Rick who was currently annoying Mickey to death with questions.

Colin took off to pick up Liv from work as the rest headed back to the loft. After a quick shower Jane hung out with Frankie and Alexis for a few while Rick was working in his study. Kate was still in the shower when Jane excused herself so she could have lunch with Maura. Frankie had protested, telling her that he missed Maura too and was crashing their lunch. Jane had resisted but a good shove from Alexis out the door had worked in his favor.

So there they sat at the diner halfway between Maura's building and Jane's. Maura had texted that she was going to be late so Jane had a few moments alone with Frankie. He looked like he wanted to talk about something but he kept his mouth shut.

It was up to Jane to get things going, "So how come you're spending Thanksgiving here, Frankie? Cavanagh's house not clean or something?"

"Naw." He put his elbows on the table and cupped his hands in front of his mouth, "It's just Ma and Tommy. Ma said you can't come back till you bring Maura home, too."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I got that line too. Glad I didn't buy the ticket."

He chuckled, "Yeah, that would've sucked." He started picking at the little lint balls on his sweater, "Plus I wanted to punch out Tommy."

"Again? Jesus Frankie, what did he do know?"

Frankie dropped his hands and stared at her, "Tommy thinks that you and Maura ain't cool. Says that lesbians are a sin and all that. He's kinda gone off the trail now that he's trying to be a dad. Spouting morality and crap like that."

Jane's head fell two inches as she stared at him, "Really? The same guy who did a DUI over a priest in a crosswalk is talking about morality and sins? And when did he turn against gay women? Wasn't he the one who wanted to be in a sandwich with those two cheerleaders in high school? What were their names again?"

"Connie Laramie and Angie Beckingham." He laughed, "Guess he figured out lesbians don't need him."

"Those two were as gay as the day is long." She said sardonically as she stirred her orange juice.

"Since you left and I've been workin' your spot in Homicide. Tommy and TJ have been gettin' the bulk of Ma's attention so I think he's worried you'll come back and you and Maura will get his happy portion of Ma." His face turned mischievous, "Or he's worried you'll take Lydia way."

"Frankie!" Jane smacked him on the hand, "She's already slept with two Rizzoli's and I'm not about to be number three anymore than you are."

He chuckled to himself, "Well you do have a thing for blonds."

Jane narrowed her eyes, "Only one blond and Maura's bra size is bigger than that bimbo's IQ."

"Your bra size is bigger." He said laughing.

"Okay, forget it." Exasperation filled her voice, "My bra, Maura's bra, off the table. Sorry I even brought it up."

"Kate say's you didn't come home so I assume the floor was where they landed." He barely got the words out before Jane reached over to punch him in the arm. He ducked and slid out of the booth. "Sorry, couldn't help it. I'll be right back, I gotta use the men's room." He was laughing harder as he disappeared.

Jane picked an ice cube out of his water glass and tossed it into the booth where he was sitting. She smirked slyly at her work just as Maura reached the table.

"Excuse me," she said, "But given the ice on that side might I share your side."

Her smile was radiant and Jane was taken aback by how much she loved Maura. She nodded and slid over. Maura sat next to her and just as soon as she had sat her purse down Jane had her arms wrapped around the woman and pulled her into a kiss.

Frankie paused outside of the men's room as he caught sight of Jane and Maura as they kissed. In all of his life, he never felt like the world was as beautiful a place as he did right then. His sister was kissing the kindest, most thoughtful, and beautiful woman he had ever met. He had told Jane he didn't have a problem with her being into women, but he never really thought too hard about it until that moment.

But like a good brother, he had kept his doubts to himself and now seeing them together, all his doubts faded away. They even looked good together. He felt a twinge of jealousy, not over Maura, but over the joy in both of their faces. He hoped that one day he would have what they did.

Maura pulled away first with a very appreciative grin, "So did you put the ice cube there so I would sit next to you?"

"Nope." She said as she rested her forehead against Maura's, "you'll see in a minute."

She was confused until movement near the table caught her attention and she looked up to see Frankie.

He smiled as he held his arms out, "Hey Maura."

Maura kissed Jane quickly and stood up to give Frankie a huge hug, "Oh, Frankie!" She squeezed him as tight as she could, "Oh it's so good to see you." She pulled back to appraise him from his feet to his hair. "You look so good. How have you been?"

"I've been okay. How about you? Janie been treatin' you right?"

She stepped back to sit next to Jane, whose arms snaked around her, "She's been wonderful."

"For two whole days," came that husky voice from behind her.

Frankie laughed before he spotted the ice cube and flicked it on the floor. "Sorry sis, I learned that one from you already." He wiped the seat with his napkin before sitting down. "You know, I'm glad to see you but what were you thinkin'? You just left us and no one's heard from you since. Ma was so devastated when you left. It was just as bad as when Janie here did it."

"Frankie, leave her alone." Jane coming to defend Maura again. It was a good sign. "She's had it rough too."

"No, Jane, it's okay." She laced her fingers into Jane's, "I came here to New York because I wanted to be near Jane. Even though I thought she hated me, I was hoping that she'd come for me one day. So I didn't want to be too far away."

"I'm glad you weren't." she said, "It made it a lot easier to see you."

Maura smiled sweetly and kissed Jane's cheek, "and it gave me comfort. Knowing that you were out there making it safer."

"Awe enough with the mushy," his words were laced with mock agony, "You two just need to get a room or somethin'." He blinked at them as he realized what he said, "Never mind."

A look passed between them that reminded Frankie of teenagers who were doing something they shouldn't and getting away with it and he couldn't remember his sis ever looking so blissful. He had to admit that it was a good look for Jane.